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Life at the intersection of Church and Trans with Rev. Allyson Robinson

Archive for March, 2008

Can I Quote You? Gary Nelson on speaking without entitlement

[It takes] humble sensitivity . . . to live as a biblical people in a place where you are only one voice of many and are not necessarily the dominant voice.  [Churches] must respect that they are only one voice in a number of voices, and the ability to dialogue in a pluralistic world is not so much about prison as they are about creating healthy places where their voices can be heard.  I do not fear prison as much as I would be concerned about simply being ignored or marginalized even more because I have chosen to speak with a sense of entitlement and assumed moral authority that others around me have not granted. In Canada we earn the right to speak, and speak we do with courage and sensitivity.

Dr. Gary Nelson, General Secretary of Canadian Baptist Ministries, responding to the recent assertion by Southern Baptist Convention President Dr. Frank Page’s that pastors in Canada can be jailed for speaking against homosexuality

And a comment from me:  Page’s original comments came in the context of an interview in which he decries an alleged liberal bias in the media.  It strikes me as curious that a theology that affirms the righteousness and justice of the market economy would be so fearful of the marketplace of ideas.  Can a fundamentalist theology of human sexuality compete in a marketplace where all ideas are placed on an even field?  More importantly, can they compete in a way that upholds the traditional Baptist value of soul competency and refuses to descend into oversimplifying the issues, mocking the competition, or fear-mongering?  Time will tell.

Thanks to Ethics Daily.

Site note: Update to “About the Banner Image” page

I’ve recently updated the “About the Banner Image” page with a traditional prayer to St. Joan of Arc for faith.  It inspires me every time I read it.  Please check it out!

“Grit and gravel?”

Real Live Preacher has written perhaps the most compelling modern parable I have ever read.  Please take a minute or two and read it.

If I were going to be preaching this Sunday, I’d scrap everything I’d prepared to this point and just read RLP’s parable.

A pastor introduces his transgendered daughter

Speaking of fathers, please take a moment to read the letter Rev. David Keller, pastor of First Congregational Church, UCC in Concord, New Hampshire, wrote to introduce his congregation to his transgendered daughter.  It is full of grace and truth.

(Thanks to TransFaith On-line!)

Can I Quote You? Jennifer Finney Boylan on activism

Activism for me takes the form of living a normal life and doing so very publicly. [...] A lot of good is done simply by being public, by being visible and by telling stories so people can see that a life like mine, a family like mine is familiar and it’s normal, and that it’s a lot less extraordinary than it seems.

Author, professor, and reluctant transgender activist Jennifer Finney Boylan, in an AP article today

And a comment from me: Jenny is right on the mark here, I think. May her tribe increase!

My Trans Soundtrack - Calling All Angels

I need a sign to let me know you’re here
‘Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me

I love my dad.

My dad has always been an incredible person to me, a person of deep integrity, pure motives, and kind humor. As a child I worshiped him, as an adolescent I idolized him, and as a young adult I sought to emulate him in every way I could. Over the years, our relationship matured and mellowed into a deep friendship that I valued above almost any other. Even though we were separated by thousands of miles for most of a decade, we spoke several times a week and emailed almost daily. I’ve never known any father and son who were closer than we were.

I didn’t get to come out to my dad the way I wanted to. Events moved in such a way that I had to do it by email, from a distance, and with the help of my sister and step-mother. After my dad found out that I was transgendered, we didn’t speak for almost a month.

As the days passed, I was surprised at how much I wasn’t hurting over it. I’d feel around in my heart and find no real pain or anger or anything. “He’s just getting used to the whole thing,” I said to myself. “It’s hard when your only son says he’s going to become a woman and asks for your acceptance as a daughter. He’ll come around. It will be like it used to be again.”

Then one day (as I was driving to see my therapist, coincidentally) I this song came on the radio. “I need a sign to let me know you’re here.” And I thought of my dad, and I missed him so profoundly that I could barely stand the hurt of it. I wept so hard I had to pull off the road.

We did talk again, the first thing he said was, “I want you to know that I love you as much today as I did the day you were born. I don’t understand, but I want you to know that I love you.” I got the sign I was looking for.

Today things are better, though we still have a long way to go. Maybe things will never be the same again. But I choose to hope–I choose to hope that someday, they’ll be even better.

Lesson learned: Sometimes the words we don’t say can shake someone’s world as much as those we do.

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“Calling All Angels” by Train, on My Private Nation, 2003 (Lyrics)

Tagged - Your life. Be concise.

My friend Dana at Mombian (one of my absolute favorite blogs on the net) meme-tagged me this morning to write a memoir of my life in six words or fewer, mention my tagger, and then tag five others.  As a preacher, author, and student, so much of my life for the last decade has revolved around choosing the right word.  The sentiment attributed to Mark Twain has certainly proven true in my ministry and my life:  “The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.”  So as those of you who know me can probably imagine, I’ve spent most of the morning pondering six right words.  My various drafts have ranged from the humorously self-ridiculing…

Changing the world in impractical shoes.

…to the satisfyingly symmetric…

Boy discovers God; God discovers girl.

…to the shamelessly derivative.

There is no spoon.  Bend yourself.

But in the end, I settled on six words that best describe my experience of life together with parents, siblings, partner, children, friends, and God.  This is everything I’ve learned about living and all I hope to be for as long as I get to live.

When in doubt, bet on love.

To pass on the meme, I’m tagging:

Lucas at My Four Walls,

Joe at Collideoscope,

Joyce at TransLate,

Peterson at A-Musing, and

Shush at Emphatic Asterisk.

Other readers, please feel free to offer your memiors in the comments!

“A place at the table” for LGBT Baptists?

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Writing in the (Raleigh, Durham & Chapel Hill) Independent Weekly, Patrick O’Neill covers what didn’t happen at February’s New Baptist Covenant Celebration.

While there were several positive signs as this new group tries to form its identity, for those hoping to see a loving hand extended to gays and lesbians, or to hear a stronger rebuke of U.S. imperialism, the gathering was disappointing.

Opposition to the Iraq War received some airtime, but the U.S. Army was allowed to set up a booth to recruit Baptist chaplains. Race was a hot topic, but abortion and capital punishment were not. Most notably, the gathering did not offer an official embrace to the LGBT community.

[Rev. Tony] Campolo joined others at the gathering who wore rainbow-colored stoles as a sign of solidarity with gays and lesbians. Campolo said he wanted to let them know “we were aware that they were there, and we loved them and accept them as brothers and sisters in Christ.”

The Rev. Nancy Petty, co-pastor of Raleigh’s Pullen Memorial Baptist Church, an open and affirming congregation that includes many gays and lesbians among its membership, said she attended the New Baptist Covenant gathering as a representative of Pullen, but did so at “a high cost, emotionally.”

Petty, who is lesbian, said it was a “slap in the face” that gays and lesbians were denied an opportunity to be part of the planning for the Atlanta event.

“There seems to me to be a real incongruency between what they were preaching and what they were practicing,” Petty said. “No one was asking them to endorse gays and lesbians. All that we were asking was to have a place at the table.”

Rev. Petty’s words are important. In their evaluation of the current situation faced by LGBT Baptists and our allies, they offer hints of a strategy for moving forward. We must secure for ourselves a place at the table. As I wrote in my own evaluation of the New Baptist Covenant Celebration,

As long as we allow our organizations to be treated as less legitimate than others’, our voice will be muffled. As long as we allow our issues to be thought of as less urgent than those of other constituencies, our issues will be brushed aside. The courageous support of straight allies such as [author John Grisham] and friends of unity such as [President Jimmy] Carter and Campolo will be squandered if we don’t do more than simply show up. A ministry of presence is vital, to be sure, but it is insufficient. We must “make the most of every opportunity in these evil days.” We will never see the change we long for, and we believe God longs for, if our motto is, “We’re here, we’re queer, and we’re not going to say it too loudly if that makes you uncomfortable.”

How do we secure a place at the moderate Baptist table? We begin by asking for one. Wherever and whenever moderate Baptists meet, LGBT Baptist organizations should ask to be included. We have as much right as any other constituency to make this request.

When our requests are denied, as they were for the New Baptist Covenant Celebration, we should ask why. We are right to ask others to explain why they choose to exclude us.  And we should let those who deny participation to us know that we will make their reasons public, so that they can be tested by the broader priesthood of believers.

When their reasons for excluding us fall into the category of political exigency, we should have the courage to hold them publicly accountable. When their reasons stem from a theology of exclusion, we should have the courage to say that out loud and to offer in their place a mature and robust theology of inclusion.

Politics and theologies of exclusion have famously split Baptists in America in the recent past, as O’Neill notes in his article, and they they have the potential to do so again if they are not confronted. Our silence at being officially marginalized does not serve unity, but rather endangers it.

(Thanks to the Gay Religion newsblog.)

Can I Quote You? Fred Rogers on expressing care

This is what I give. I give an expression of care every day to each child, to help him realize that he is unique. I end each program by saying, “You’ve made this day a special day by just your being you. There’s no person in the whole world like you. And I like you just the way you are.”

Fred Rogers (1928-2003), children’s television pioneer and Presbyterian minister

And a comment from me: Today would have been Fred Rogers’ 80th birthday.  I loved Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood as a child and miss his influence on the world of children as a parent today.   His message of loving affirmation blesses me even now, inspiring and challenging me to make sure the people around me–my children especially–know that they are beloved of God.  To get a dose of inspiration from Mr. Rogers, check out his Wikipedia entry and his entry at Wikiquote.  His was truly a life well lived, and he is one of my heroes.  Thank you so much, Mister Rogers, for teaching me so much about what love is.  (Thanks to The Writers Almanac.)

Can I Quote You? Vincent Van Gogh on the better life

It is better to be high-spirited even though one makes more mistakes, than to be narrow-minded and all too prudent.

Artist Vincent Van Gogh, whose work was first exhibited on this day in 1901, 11 years after he committed suicide.  Van Gogh sold only one painting in his lifetime.  (Thanks to the Writer’s Almanac.)

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